Liquid Lesson

Title: "Liquid Lesson"
Author: Jimbo
Subjects: Obi-Wan and Anakin of 'Revenge of the Sith'
Date: November 6, 2005
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters -- just borrowing them for the fun of it.
Dedication: Sorry, Brian, I couldn't help writing this in celebration of getting the DVD this weekend!
Warnings: Fetish-y. Read at your own risk of being offended.

"Stay on your knees!" he ordered, gazing down at the Jedi Knight.

Obi-wan looked up, still breathing hard. His lightsaber lay just beyond his reach, and at the same moment he imagined it in his hand, he saw it go flying away from him. Looming above, Anakin's eyes were knowing as he seemed to anticipate every possible move his former master might make.

"What now, Anakin?" he asked calmly, sure he wouldn't be killed even though he had seen the results of his former pupil's destruction everywhere.

Anakin smiled. "Darth Vader," he said. "That is my new name."

"Given to you by Palpatine, I suppose?"

The newly appointed Dark Lord nodded. "Yes. By the one who values me the most."

"More than I valued you, Anakin? More than Padme?"

His chest swelling, Anakin took a deep breath. "More than anyone," he said. "Certainly more than the Jedi."

"You wanted too much, too fast, my friend. And you've allowed yourself to be seduced."

A flash of yellow showed in Anakin's glowering eyes. "I am not your friend, Jedi. And I will wash myself of you." Steam from the volcanic lake nearby rose above his head, as though the newest Sith Lord were himself erupting. And even as he thought it, Obi-Wan watched his former pupil reach inside his leather clothing and pull out a distended length of reddened flesh, an ersatz weapon that he pointed directly at the kneeling Jedi.

"What?"

Before Obi-Wan could even articulate a question, his face was splashed by a warm stream of liquid. He squinted against the flow, knowing instantly what it was. Anakin was choosing the ultimate insult to a Jedi, using his own waste water to mark his enemy's subservient form. For a Jedi, this was unthinkable.

For a Sith, this was probably foreplay.

The spray had tremendous force and heat, undoubtedly spurred by Anakin's anger and newly realized dark power. Obi-Wan's tunic was soon soaked, as was his hair and beard. As he kept his eyes narrow and his head turned down, he was showered by Anakin's piss, anointed as only a Dark Lord could conceive of such a ritual. And finally even his own crotch felt the warm wetness as it crept down his clothing, igniting an unwelcome response.

Obi-Wan snorted air out through his nose as he reacted to the Sith ablution. The soaking seemed to scald his most tender flesh, and he had the desire to reach down and scrub at it with his hands. When would it stop? How could it be so impossibly hot?

He opened his eyes and watched as the stream continued, aimed directly at his face. He sputtered, feeling his studied control evaporating, sure that a cloud of vapor was now rising from his own form to mix with the steam already in the air.

"Anakin," he croaked out. "Please!"

The tall young lord smiled and moved closer, his extended flesh just inches from Obi-Wan's face. If anything, the impossible flow became momentarily stronger, and it stung the Jedi's eyes and ran into his ears and mouth. Obi-Wan reached up as though to block the onslaught and found his hand stopped in mid-air by Anakin's invisible will.

Even through his partially occluded eyes, Obi-Wan could see Anakin's face, the scar livid, the eyes flashing, the dark hair swept into tendrils that fell about his forehead and cheeks. Somehow that face was both terrible and beautiful as the flow of water from his body flooded Obi-Wan's flesh and scorched his psyche, more powerful than a dozen blows from his lightsaber. Without thinking, Obi-Wan allowed himself to fall forward, finding his balance just in time to stop his nose from smashing into the hard ground under him. He held himself up on shaky arms, his breath sobbing through his nose, piss dripping off his hair and beard and sizzling as it hit the hot, rocky surface.

"Look at me," Anakin commanded, and Obi-Wan slowly raised his head, relieved that the river of piss had stopped. Anakin's robes had fallen around him, and Obi-Wan couldn't tell if the saber between his legs was still drawn. "Tell me you are not moved," Anakin said. "Lie to me, Obi-Wan, as I have foreseen you will someday lie to my son."

For a moment's time, Obi-Wan was the apprentice again, and he wished it were the face of his old master, Qui-Gon Jinn, looming over him. Hadn't he once watched Qui-Gon making water and wished that he could hold out his hand and feel the welcome warmth of that strong stream? Looking into Anakin's furious eyes, he knew his thoughts were as transparent as his body's response. Anakin had found the imperfection in him and now stood ready to exploit it.

"Why not kill me?" Obi-Wan asked softly. "I will never turn to the Dark Side."

Anakin smiled, and Obi-Wan searched the familiar face for signs of the student he had trained so long and lovingly. All he could see was the one who now belonged to Palpatine, the Dark Lord, Darth Sidious. The boy from Tatooine was gone.

"I don't care," the one now called Vader said. "It doesn't matter, does it?"

Obi-Wan bowed his head. No, indeed, it seemed. The dignity of the Jedi had been washed away, and the tables between master and apprentice had been turned. And Obi-Wan knelt on the rocky ground beneath Darth Vader and waited for the next lesson.

The End